Page 76 of Anarchy at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys 4)
“I don’t understand,” I say, keeping my eyes closed. There’s a small sound, like clinking china, and when I open them again, Oscar is right there in my face. His hands are on either side of me, long, tatted fingers curled around the back of the couch.
“Yes, you do. You were my first fuck, Bernadette. You and that bloody pussy of yours.”
“Please stop,” I say, but my eyes are on his mouth for whatever reason.
“I’ve decided that I’m sick and tired of warning you. You asked for me. You may very well regret having me.”
My hands come up to touch Oscar’s chest, and he lets me. He lets me drag my fingers down his body the way I wanted to do the other day when he wouldn’t let me. He most definitely has a problem with touch. My skin prickles, and a nervous energy takes over me. I know all about people who are afraid of touch. They’re afraid of it because someone else wielded it against them.
“I can’t believe you were a virgin,” I say with a little laugh, but the sound is strangled. It’s not, like, some sweet thing on Oscar Montauk. It’s terrifying. Because I’m not stupid, it just has to be. He’s a very dangerous man, and I get the sense that he’d be willing to do things the others wouldn’t to ensure my safety—even if that meant hurting me in order to achieve that end.
“See, the thing is,” Oscar starts, putting a knee between my thighs. My dress is so short that the movement of me spreading my legs causes it to ride up, revealing my panties. “I have so many awful urges that I was afraid I’d hurt somebody if I fucked them.”
I lift my eyes from Oscar’s mouth to his slate-colored eyes.
“But me?” I ask, because it really does need to be said. If he doesn’t say it, then what can I do with him?
“You,” Oscar starts, drawing his fingers down my arm. They continue their journey until he’s brushing them against the wet front of my panties. “Are very different. You I knew I wouldn’t kill. So I fucked you. Right here on this couch.”
“Oscar, goddamn it,” I groan, but he’s stroking me in just such a way that I feel paralyzed. “What are you trying to say?”
He laughs at me then, but I’m already too far-gone to care. I’m just drunk enough that my inhibitions are down yet I’m still fully aware of what’s going on.
“Do you know why I have so much ink?” he asks, putting his mouth against my ear. My entire body shudders. “Or why my cock is pierced?”
“I won’t know, unless you tell me,” I breathe back, shifting again and groaning as he pushes my panties aside and starts to stroke the slick wetness between my thighs.
Oscar pauses then and draws back abruptly. He’s frowning down at me as I struggle to pull in a full breath, sweaty and wanting on the couch.
“I will. But not today. You’re distracting, Bernadette. You’re going to get us all killed. I hope you understand that I still think that, that you’re a liability.” I kick at him, but he’s already moving back around the coffee table and picking up his mug. “Did you see us the other night? Five demons fucking you so furiously. But how long can demons share without eating one another?”
I sit up and shove my dress down my thighs, clenching my teeth as I grind out a reply.
“That’s up to the demons, isn’t it? That isn’t up to me.” I watch him as he turns around, carefully licking the two fingers that are slick with my juices. He cleans them with his tongue while we stare at each other.
“This,” Oscar says, swirling his finger in the air for a moment. “Is going to get a lot worse before it gets better. Just be aware.” He pulls his phone from his pocket and checks the time. “I have to go, but you’ll be here when I get back, won’t you? You’re not going anywhere, are you Bernadette? No matter how poorly we treat you.”
“Keep on going, Oscar, and see how pissed off you can make me before I retaliate,” I snap, feeling some of that old fire flare inside of me. I did choke the guy after all. Maybe he really was being nice, but maybe not. I don’t want to find out.
“Do you want to know what I’m doing today?” he continues, as if there isn’t tension between us so thick you could cut it and watch it bleed. “I’m meeting with several informants. Likely, one of them works for the GMP. I just have to decide if it’s worth killing them all to make sure I get the right one.”
I have no idea what the hell to say to that, so I say nothing.
